The things he says

He says to me,
these very things,
haunting my mind,
invading my dreams.

" I love you,
with your messed up curls,
the way you look,
completely unfurled.
Holding up a candle,
watching it glow,
seeing you,
you're my miracle."

He says these thins,
I know he means,
holding me close,
I'm bursting at my seams.